On This October Day

There is a slight chill in the freshening coastal breeze But a pleasant enough day of around sixteen degrees Across the blue sky scattered clouds of light gray And the sun shining bright on this October day A familiar voice of the southern Spring On an acacia tree the male blackbird does sing And the warbling of the magpie melodious and clear The bird who does sing every day of the year My worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt But in Nature never shortage of things for one to write about My wonder of her only does seem to grow But the more i learn of her so little about her i realize i do know Since she does work in a mysterious way And her secrets from us she keeps hidden away.